Another busy week (short pause for whining and so forth here).
The conditions on the sale of our house were waived on Friday, we now have a deal.
That in mind Lisa, Jilly and I drove a ways today and put in an offer on a place we’ve had our eye on for a while.
Our offer (after a few volleys back and forth) was accepted and we now have a few more hurdles to jump through (inspection, insurance and financing – natch) but I’m rather excited about the new place (The television cabling is run through the ductwork, the telephone wiring is baseboard’ish, there is no surveillance system or any sort of media server – sounds like a blank slate, no?)
I don’t particularly like people in my house under the best of circumstances, our home is my private refuge from the world outside. It’s a safe orderly place, and one I jealously guard (ask around, see how many people I’ve invited in).
We’ve just had the second open house and on our return afterward we found a nice blue liquid “splat” on the stairs we just had recarpeted.
(The liquid “splat” was removed with carpet cleaner we bought for pet stains, but worked just fine on this, thankfully)
We are in the process of selling our home. We have painted, polished and plastered. We have cleaned, culled and packed. The end result seems pretty good, and I thought I would share it with you as a sort of then and now comparison.
I’ve caught more than a few episodes of A&Es Parking Wars, and I find each time I tune in I’ve alternated between giggles and facepalms.
If you’ve ever issued parking tickets you understand.
There are always exceptions but the great majority of people I’ve dealt with when giving out those yellow societal detention slips typically race through a three stage process I think of as Refuse, Excuse and Abuse.